#i am 165k words in and it's still not done

[alienheartattack]

Sweet Revenge (Inexorable AU)

Word Count: 2260 words

Rating: E. They fuck. It’s dope. Don’t read if you’re underage or have objections to explicit adult content.

Summary: Levi and Mikasa have a feud at the school bake sale and decide to get revenge on their PTA nemesis.

Notes: For non-US readers, PTA stands for parent-teacher association, where parents volunteer at their children’s schools to get involved in the school’s activities and influence the quality of their child’s education, usually through fundraisers and other events.

This story takes place 8-9 years after the events of Inexorable and about 2 years after the events of the other Inexorable AU fics, A Scream in the Night and A Minor Dispute About Rain. The only thing you really need to know if you haven’t read those is that Levi and Mikasa have a daughter named Anya, who is basically a grumpy mini Levi, in addition to Hana.

The only thing keeping Levi from running after the PTA president and giving her a hefty piece of his mind is Mikasa’s grip, firm and insistent, on the hem of his sweater.

“You’re going to stretch it out,” Levi snaps at his wife, redirecting his ire at the closest target. Mikasa idly caresses the swell of her belly with one hand and looks at him with one eyebrow raised, silently asking if he wants to argue with his pregnant wife in public.

“I’ll let you go when I’m confident you’re not going to track Joanne down and scream in her face,” she says calmly. “As much as I’d like to see that.”

“She fucking begged us to help out at this bake sale and now she’s just gonna call our lemon bars basic?! We’re not goddamn pastry chefs!”

“Levi, listen to yourself. You sound legitimately insane.”

He sighs, letting his shoulders drop as the tension and rage starts to leave his body. Mikasa releases his sweater and he collapses into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. She joins him, gingerly lowering herself onto the uncomfortable metal folding chair provided by the school.

“I hate this so much. I hate Joanne, I hate being on the PTA, and I absolutely fucking hate bake sales,” he huffs.

"Well, we’re stuck here for the evening. I don’t want to be here either but I’m trying to make the most of it. Mikasa picks up a lemon bar and takes a huge bite. "Besides, fuck Joanne. These are good.”

Levi motions for Mikasa to give him a bite. “Fuck Joanne,” he agrees through a mouthful of pastry and curd.

Thankfully business picks up after that, and Levi and Mikasa spend the next half hour handing out lemon bars to parents and kids, ignoring Joanne hovering around them and observing their dealings with a disdainful eye. When the rush clears, she slowly approaches their table, pretending to be browsing. They both clock her gaze drifting over their mostly empty dish of lemon bars and the small twitch at the corner of her mouth that telegraphs her dissatisfaction with the Ackermans’ success. Triumphant, they share a brief glance, another silent Fuck Joanne.

To their dismay, she approaches Mikasa, staring at her oversized t-shirt dress. “Bun in the oven,” Joanne reads, her cold eyes sweeping over the looped script printed across Mikasa’s abdomen, decorated with a drawing of a smiling roll baking away. “Oh, you’re pregnant, sweetie! Congratulations!” There’s sweetness in her voice, but it’s tinged with venom. Mikasa knows it all too well.

“Thanks,” she mutters, bracing herself for the backhanded part of Joanne’s compliment.

“I thought you’d just let yourself go, but it’s a blessing instead! What a relief!” She laughs uproariously at her own joke. Levi jams his hands into the pockets of his jeans, balling them into tight fists so Joanne can’t see how enraged he is. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

Mikasa does not answer, instead focusing her energy on keeping a straight face while she contemplates murder. Levi can sense her tensing up, her shoulders stiffening, fury radiating from her body in waves.

“It’s a boy,” he cuts in curtly. “We’ve already got our two girls.”

“Your oldest isn’t—” Joanne’s voice drops to a near-whisper— “yours, though, is she?”

Levi narrows his eyes, no longer interested in hiding his annoyance. “She’s mine. I’ve helped raise her since she was a baby.”

“Oh, how sweet. What a modern family,” she gushes, cooing with an edge of condescension in her voice. “Well, congratulations.” She then turns and walks off, conveniently waving to someone across the room.

“Are you okay?” Levi asks Mikasa in a low voice once Joanne is out of earshot. Mikasa stares after her, eyes black with rage, her breath hissing through clenched teeth. She doesn’t need to say anything; he already knows the answer is no.

He places a reassuring hand on the back of her neck, massaging her nape the way she does to him when he’s stressed and ranting. “Tell you what, I’ll go out to the car and grab something sharp, we slice Joanne’s Achilles tendons and then get the hell out of here.”

“What? No!” She looks over at him, her expression disgusted and exasperated. “You have to stop watching gore movies with Hana. She’s barely ten.”

“She loves them! We were watching some zombie bullshit the other day and that little monster laughed while watching a guy get his guts ripped out and eaten. I’m pretty sure she’s gonna grow up to be a serial killer.”

Mikasa rolls her eyes. “Well, if she is, she gets it from Eren’s side of the family.” Even though he’s still angry on his wife’s behalf, Levi can’t help but chuckle at that.

“Fucking Joanne,” he grumbles. “If zombies ate her guts they’d spit them back out. Her kid’s an asshole, too.” Mikasa is well aware of that fact: Joanne’s son tried bullying Anya at the beginning of the school year, calling her a midget and pulling her hair until she had enough and whacked him in the face with her math textbook. That was Levi and Mikasa’s first run-in with Joanne before they joined the PTA, and things have only gone downhill since.

A few more kids approach the table, hesitant due to Levi’s scowl; Mikasa shutters her anger behind a calm facade and handles the sales, though she doesn’t say much.

When the latest wave of customers leaves, she turns to her husband. “I think I have an idea to make both of us feel better.”

A look of skepticism crosses his face. “Really? I was kinda hoping for that severed Achilles tendon.”

Mikasa facepalms; she’s had years to grow accustomed to her husband’s awkwardness and his awful jokes, but sometimes he still manages to surprise her. Ironically it only makes her love him more, this odd, cranky man who might literally kill for her.

“Joanne parked next to us, right?” she asks.

“Yeah, remember? I said her car looks like the physical embodiment of vaginal dryness and you laughed so hard you peed a little.”

“You really didn’t have to mention that last part.”

“I dunno, it gives the story flavor. Pee flavor.”

“Look, I have an idea. Get someone to take the rest of the lemon bars, then meet me in the parking lot. If anyone asks, I’m not feeling well and you need to take me home.”

Levi sighs. “What are you planning?”

Mikasa leans in close to him, her lips millimeters from his ear. “Meet me outside and you’ll see,” she purrs.

Five minutes later he bursts through the metal doors at the back of the school to see her sitting on the hood of Joanne’s car, an aggressively beige sedan.

“Come here,” she beckons him. He approaches her and, when he is within reach, she grabs his shirt and pulls him to her. Their lips collide awkwardly before settling into the familiar rhythm of their kissing, slow and deep.

After a few moments, he pulls away. “What is going on here?”

“Revenge,” she says. “I want you to fuck me on the hood of Joanne’s car.”

He ponders the suggestion for a moment, then smiles — and then a giggle escapes his mouth, a sound somewhere between bewilderment and glee, then another, then another.

“Aw, come on, don’t laugh. I thought it’d be fun.” She frowns, embarrassment heating and coloring her cheeks.

“No, no,” he says once he’s able to control his laughter. “I fucking love it.” He kisses her fiercely, growling deep in his throat. “I fucking love you.” Mikasa smiles, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. There’s some maneuvering involved in getting her underwear off, her round belly making the whole process somewhat unwieldy; Levi stuffs them in his pocket then gets down on the concrete, kneeling before her.

“Are you serious?” she squeals, trying to look at him over the curve of her stomach.

“If anyone asks, tell them you went into labor and I’m checking how far along you are.” With a low laugh he gets to work, nuzzling her pussy before licking a firm stroke along her seam. Mikasa bites her lip and lets out a shaky anticipatory breath in the brief moment before Levi lavishes attention on her clit, massaging it with his lips and tongue. She gasps when he pulls away from her a few minutes later, halfway to orgasm and disappointed not to get there.

“We need to be fast,” he says in lieu of an apology, undoing his pants and pulling out his half-hard cock, pumping it a few times in his fist. “I’ll finish you off at home.”

“You’d better,” she replies, a playful threat.

Levi settles himself between her legs then enters her with no warning or fanfare save the soft moan they both make, a low noise of contentment, of wholeness. They have always been a fearsome team, first as colleagues, then lovers, now spouses and parents, and their lovemaking is no different, each of them able to discern angles and positions from sighs, from grunts, from the furrow of a brow or the touch of a hand. Tonight Mikasa slides her hands down Levi’s back, skating over the soft brushed cashmere of his sweater, telling him that she wants him to be gentle with her — for now, anyway. Joanne’s comment must have stung, he thinks, and he resolves to show her exactly how beautiful he thinks she is, pregnant or not. There’s a certain earthy, ephemeral beauty in her pregnant body, something attractive and incredibly arousing about the thought of her creating and building life even as she sits next to him selling lemon bars at a school bake sale. He loves the way her hard edges have softened, the pleasing new fullness in her cheeks, the luminous glow that seems to emanate from within her.

(He has learned since her last pregnancy not to mention that he also loves the growing size of her breasts, and in return Mikasa only rebukes him for staring when he’s open-mouthed and practically drooling.)

Mikasa’s eyes flutter closed as Levi rocks against her, a gentle motion that makes the car bounce in time with his thrusts. A bubble of laughter escapes her lips.

“What’s that for?” he asks with a smile, then kisses her before she can answer.

“I love you so much,” she says against his mouth. “And fuck Joanne.”

Levi stops moving; Mikasa cocks her head, silently asking him what’s wrong. “Don’t say that bitch’s name when I’m inside you.”

“Look, do you want to revenge-fuck me or not?” She isn’t sure if that’s a word, but during sex, when they’re heated and frantic for each other, even Levi’s crude come-ons sound like poetry, so maybe this will work.

It does. “You want me to revenge-fuck you?” he growls, slapping his hips against hers with a rough thrust. She whimpers at the impact, a wave of pleasure rippling through her body.

“Yeah,” she pants. “Show me how angry you are.”

He makes a low hum of approval; though he’s become more proficient at sweet talk and romance in the years he’s been with Mikasa, he tends to favor sex as intense as his personality, grasping hands and heavy eye contact. Mikasa has never seemed to mind though sometimes, like tonight, she needs him to make love to her first.

Levi fucks her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the cool night, her cunt making obscene liquid noises around his cock. Even through the delicious haze of their passion they’re listening out for footsteps, for cars, for the creak of doors opening.

“We should finish soon,” Mikasa pants.

“I’m close.” He slows his pace, grinding against her, sinking into her as deep as he can go, before pulling back and scything into her slick heat again and again, harder and harder, muttering curses and endearments and wordless sounds of effort and desire.

And then he thrusts into Mikasa so roughly that her ass hits the hood of Joanne’s car hard, triggering the car alarm, horn blaring and lights flashing.

“Shit!” Levi yelps, startled by the sudden noise. He jumps back from her, stuffing his stiff, aching cock back in his pants and undoing the fly with adrenaline-shaky fingers.

“We gotta go!” She hops down from the car, landing unsteadily on her feet, pulling her dress down over her nudity. “Do you have the keys?” She scrambles over to their car, pulling at the handle of the locked passenger door. “Come on!”

Levi reaches in his pocket for the key fob, mashing the buttons so the doors unlock and the ignition turns on. Mikasa clambers into the car as fast as she can, slamming the door behind her, and Levi follows soon after. Through the windshield she can see someone coming to locate the source of the commotion and chants, “Drive! Drive!” at Levi while he clicks his seatbelt into place.

“Seatbelt!” he barks at her and she complies, fear and arousal and adrenaline making her feel jittery and giggly and wonderfully alive. Levi remains stoic, but there’s a devilish glee playing at the corners of his lips: he’s enjoying himself just as much as she is. He backs their car out of the parking spot with the precision of a stunt driver and peels off, speeding off into the night seconds before Joanne comes outside to investigate the shrieking car alarm and the strange ass-shaped dent on her hood.

[uravily]

[NEW] Do What You Will, If That’s What You Want

chapter 6: concede by stanzas

words: 41k | [165k TOTAL] chapter: 6/6 [COMPLETE] fucking finally pairings: todoroki/midoriya (main) but with So Much emphasis on friendship, family, & found family dynamics tags: future fic, miscommunication, mutual pining, slow burn (not an exaggeration), getting together, retired!proherotodoroki, journalist!todoroki

> fic summary: The world of heroes is quick to adapt to surprises, but Pro Hero Entropy’s (very premature) retirement announcement throws almost everyone for a pretty impressive loop.

>>> chapter 6 summary: With Todoroki held hostage, more unexpected (unfriendly) visitors, and an excess of other Bad Things Occurring, the hero team decides to pick the Phone A Friend For Help option. The future is on the way, but Todoroki and Midoriya are ready for whatever comes next.

note: i’m putting some stuff under a read more to spare the rest of you who don’t want to listen to me talk out of my ass

at last: IT’S HERE, FOLKS

>> read here on ao3 <<

some housekeeping things:

(taken before posting ch6)

holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit i am truly blown away by the feedback and the number of people who took an interest in what i’ve produced. i never thought i’d get anywhere near the kind of attention i’ve received since uploading this. it’s a little overwhelming, honestly. i wrote this as more of a “i want to write this for myself because i’m interested in exploring this universe” but i am definitely not complaining since other people also thought it was really cool! it keeps me motivated and wanting to post more!

for those of you who leave comments on my stuff or others: TRUST ME, your comments make the difference. i reread them all the time and smile :-)

for my tumblr followers: SORRY I AM GOING TO BE SPAMMING MY BLOG ABOUT THIS FOR A WHILE. you can blacklist ‘#dwyw tag’ if i’ve hit maximum Annoying levels.

but yeah, for the next week or so, expect me to be doing a lot of this.

(re: the year hiatus)

…yeah. oof. it’s technically 13 months. at this point who’s counting

but it’s done! FINALLY! yes, i rewrote this chapter intro around 8 or 9 times. yes, i changed the main narrator to carry the direction of the chapter around 4 times. yes i hate writing and no i will not accept constructive criticism regarding my lack of sticking to an editing schedule. i made a very cool farm in my solo minecraft world when i should’ve been finalizing the last draft and you are required by law to withhold your judgement on me

ive also had a lot of turbulent mental health from the past year/graduating from university which is a significant source of why it took so long. and sometimes writers block happens, or editor!ezo wouldn’t let me release a certain line from a draft because it needed to be adjusted…over and over and over and over and yeah you get the idea.

other important things of note:

(re: the prequel & the series as a whole)

it’s uhhhh not required but Recommended you read Second Interlude after this chapter. or you can read it before, i guess, because the order in which they are read doesn’t really matter. or you can ignore me and only read one of them. i am just a person on the internet shouting into a magical tube of numbers and hoping i communicate something across the other side, you aren’t legally required to follow my instructions! if you so choose to actually read both, i recommend reading ch6 first because Second Interlude (if you haven’t already read it) contains……..A Lot Of Spoilers For Things That I Didn’t Realize Would Be Spoiled By Posting It Before This Chapter. (or maybe i did that on purpose. the truth of my intentions are a mystery, even to myself.)

this chapter will hopefully resolve everything from the last 5 chapters that i previously didn’t address or left until the end to wrap up. it’s not going to feel like an ending, but that was my intention – this isn’t meant to be the end. it’s the beginning of something new.

what the future holds is still in the baby stages of the series as a whole. i have a jirou-centric counterpart to dwyw that i’m going to try to get off the ground before the end of the year, but as evidenced by my long hiatus it might take me a little bit. i’ve got a lot in my drafts but it will be a while before any of you see more in the series folder!

last important thing i have to say:

(re: hinthint,nudgenudge)

i REALLY think it would benefit everyone to read the end chapter notes on this chapter very carefully. you might regret it if you don’t. (not meant to be threatening or ominous i promise. if anything it should be very exciting!)

less important things i also want to say:

(re: writing)

fuck writing. just fuck it.

[tenscupcake]

2017 in fic

no one tagged me - but i’ve done this for a few years now and i always enjoy looking back at the yearly statistics!

total number of completed stories:

1 (ow, man, this one kinda hurts...)

total word count:

105,434

fandoms written in:

ten/rose (3) and fitzsimmons (1)

looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

i suppose i thought i’d write more. last year i promised i’d finish ep this year, and though i came close, i didn’t achieve that goal. i also wrote a fair number more words last year (~165k)

what’s your own favorite story of the year?

favorite story i’ve worked on is ep; though i must say that tnh has been an absolute delight and fills me with joy so it’s a close second

did you take any writing risks this year?

YEAH DUDE. i wrote a multichapter AU for a COMPLETELY NEW SHIP. how’s that for a risk???? i think i did an okay job of it too, considering it’s my first au :]

do you have any fanfic or profit goals for the new year?

once i finish ep, i’d really like to devote more time to am again. it’s still sort of quasi-abandoned at the moment D:

best story of the year?

what do you mean by ‘best’? if you’re asking which one /i/ think is best, my answer would be the same as what i said for my favorite - ep. i’ve definitely dedicated the most time to it, and i think it’s the most fleshed-out story i’ve ever written

most popular story of the year?

the winner is definitely ep with both the most hits (12659), subs (204), and kudos (685) on ao3

story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

i think tnh lol, the aos fandom is rough

most fun story to write:

i think i have to say tnh. it’s been a literal BLAST and while i love writing ep, it tends to be more difficult and does come with a fair amount of angst.

story with the single sexiest moment:

ep is the only one i’ve posted this year with any smut in it at all, so it wins by default :P

most sweet story:

winner is probably tnh again lol i promise guys it’s sweet and innocent and adorable

”holy crap, thats wrong, even for you!” story:

i don’t think i can say that about any of my fics

story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters & most unintentionally telling story:

my answer is the same as last year: it’s got to be am. writing that story over the drawn out period of time that i am - delving deeper into the beginning of tentoo and rose’s story more than i really ever wanted to - is completely tearing me apart and (hopefully) building me back up again.

hardest story to write:

am again… there’s a reason i’ve only had 1 update in the last year and a half lol. it’s so necessary but so taxing.

biggest disappointment:

i think actually none this year!

biggest surprise:

the fact that I WROTE A FRICKEN’ AU was a pretty big surprise. but it turned out to be a very pleasant one :D

i tag EVERYONE WHO WRITES FIC WHO WANTS TO DO THIS! :)